Summer is here for me, and it has become something of a little tradition of mine to pick up a new hobby every year at around this time. This summer, I think I will try and get back into drawing. Once upon a time, I was a pimpled faced, snotty nosed art student with promise and a scholarship to the Art Institute in Dallas, which I declined to pursue a more down to earth career as a chemist. I haven't touched a charcoal pencil since my first year in college, and now there's a part of me that is thinking what if. What I sorely lack is inspiration, for I have found that responsibility and a serious line of study has all but buried my propensity toward artistic imagination. While I still maintain the creative writing I picked up the summer of '99, there is at least in my mind a difference between writing and art. Subtle, but different enough to prevent me from grabbing a pencil and taking off. Thus, I need to first find my inspiration.
So, what better thing to do than to procrastinate. I still can claim my obsession with the gym as the hobby of '04 if this venture doesn't work out. For more realistic reasons, I will be moving out of my apartment into a duplex with some friends come July, and one month will give me ample time to start planning my studio. During that time, I will look to finding that inspiration.
Until then, I still have the car repair manuals from the summer of '01, the electric sander and varnish from the summer of furniture repair, circa '02, and last year's trunk of camera equipment and accessories (for that hobby, I had decided to go digital, which will take me another year to gather the equipment for). And of course, there's the gym and the promise I made to myself to start taking people up on their invites. My future still is in that PhD, but I can meander a little in the meantime. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
Posted by Clausius at May 31, 2004 11:19 PM